My childhood so far

“Now I can say: We don’t need a person to grow old with, as much as we need a person to remain children with.” (From the novel)

“A novel of a different Palestinian love, transcending poverty, oppression, and small and large wars. As much as it embraces the biography of its narrator and characters – over a period of sixty years – it embraces the biography of a people, and as much as it is a biography of the present place, the camp, it is a biography of the absent place, Palestine.

A narrative of diaspora, and a narrative of man and his ability to gather the fragments of himself, in a difficult, deadly and besieged reality, as it is a narrative of attachment to beauty, and the struggle of the soul to hold on to this beauty, in all its forms; the beauty that is embraced by the eyes of innocence wide open in parallel with a reality whose distortion is multiplied. A novel of magnetism, with an attraction that draws you upward, to fly above the camp, above the setbacks, and above death… A novel of life.”